I do love you." Grace, I know you are a highly sexual woman and I know I have not always been a loving husband, in more ways than one. I am a lot olde... than you and that means I do not have the same energy level ... sexually as well as physically. It also means that I will die before you and then you and Thomas will be alone. Those are facts. I believe you love me but you love, and lust, for your son just as much," he stated.Grace knew that everything he said was true. They both knew the truth.. ”I yelled back, “Yes! I love black cock! I love being a black cock slut!”A couple of guys were playing with my tits and twisting, sucking, and biting my engorged nipples, and this was driving me crazy. The guy in my pussy was kissing me, using his tongue. I was getting deeper into it. So much going on. I was getting hammered and loving it. The two black guys fucking me started to cum simultaneously. Their semen was pouring out of my gaping holes when they pulled out. Then one of the guys who. ”My mother said, “Ms. Sloane.”Auntie Pru nodded, “Of course,” and looked at me, “Fucking mouth closed.”Gibraltar Soup, which no longer makes much soup, or maybe they do, it’s just not as important as when Grandpa Gibraltar first started selling blue and white cans of tomato soup out of his station wagon to grocery stores. Now it’s trucks and mattresses, and who knows what all?Well, Ms. Sloane would, she’s one of those people who knows things. You know the type.The meeting, in their downtown. She brought my fingers to her lips.The fingers I was masturbating with before being interrupted.She kissed them.“I couldn’t make myself hate you because ... I realized you weren’t perfect. You couldn’t be perfect. No one is. You made a mistake. You were trying to fix it, and that just led you into this horrible place where you embraced being this wild girl. You let your passions run out of you and ... I still loved you. I still cared for you. I tried to tell you, but you ran out of there so.